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seriousficTitle: The Way She Is
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: R
Word Count: 871
Timeline: Takes place after 2x05: Goodbye to All That
Characters/Pairings: Sarah/Cameron
Summary: There are a lot of things Sarah hates about Cameron.
Nightmare scenarios scrambled along the inside of Sarah’s skull like ants. Despite Derek telling her that everything was fine, that the Terminator had been neutralized, she’d still been miles away while her son was menaced. Because of machines, because of warmongers, because of a technological progression that she could never halt no matter how much she wanted to. There would always be bigger and better bombs, and they would always come after her boy.
Cameron was staring at her. It took a moment for Sarah to register it. She looked at Cameron, trying not to include her in the recitation of woes but breathing hard all the same.
“I detect tension,” Cameron stated.
No shit.
“Would you like to…”
“Take off your clothes.”
Cameron did so briskly, efficiently. Good. It would’ve disgusted Sarah if she stripped like she knew how sexy she was. And weapons were sexy, weren’t they? Those sleek black finishes, the phallic barrels, ammo being jammed in and ejected…
Cameron followed her wordlessly into the bedroom, waited while Sarah took her clothes off and buckled the strap-on. She offered no comment. She made a little gesture offering help when one of the belts snagged, but Sarah rebutted her with a look. Then she turned around and leaned against the wall, legs spread and arms evenly spaced. Her ass was toned, perfect, would never broaden with years, gain cellulite, scar.
Sarah found herself running a hand down Cameron’s side. The skin was smooth and flawless. No stretch marks. Cameron would never give birth either. That was slightly mollifying.
Cameron bent her head lower, thrust her ass back more.
“What’re you doing?”
“Would you like to penetrate me from the rear?” She said it in the same tone she would offer an orange, a manicure. It was all the same thing to her. “Sodomy implies a superiority of one sexual partner to another. It could be psychologically helpful to you.”
“Shut up.” Just for that, Sarah threw Cameron down on the bed and took her like Kyle had shown her, so long ago it seemed like Eden. It meant she had to look in Cameron’s eyes while she fucked her. The first time, the Terminator had just been a blank slate. Since then, she’d incorporated little porny mannerisms. Nostrils flaring, eyes widening… the worst was the small smile she got when Sarah came. Sarah has stopped using anything that could get both of them off after that. It wasn’t about masturbation, after all.
“Oh baby, oh God yes, oh you’re so big!” Cameron moaned. Sarah would have recoiled if Cameron didn’t have legs wrapped around her waist.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Appropriate dialogue can heighten the mood.”
“Shut up. Just shut up.”
Sarah fucked harder, until her own muscles burned and complained. That was good. Punishment for both of them, Cameron for being a Terminator and Sarah for being weak enough to need her. Cameron breathed hard as the clock radio showed they’d been at this for two hours, and Sarah was ashamed to realize how much it aroused her that Cameron was imitating her.
Finally, Sarah couldn’t be a machine anymore. Her arms had been pyramided on the bed to either side of Cameron, holding her up, keeping them apart as much as possible. She let herself fall on Cameron, feel the pert breasts, the warm skin, the parody of youth and beauty from something that couldn’t comprehend either. It was so good. Still pumping her hips, even as Cameron now rose to meet her thrusts, Sarah touched Cameron’s face. Felt out the emotions there, which made it okay to touch, not at all like the taut vat-grown skin that covered the rest of her. And she wondered if maybe Cameron wasn’t imitating anything.
With a growl, Sarah pulled out. Collapsed on the bed. Threw the dildo across the room.
“Now get out of my sight,” she panted.
Cameron rolled over. The picture of sex: hair wild, skin red, sweat pouring. “I do not detect that you have orgasmed. Sex without climax is considered unsatisfactory to a high number of those polled.”
“I said get out.”
Cameron kissed her shoulder and Sarah felt a lack of disgust that… “I have detailed file.”
Cameron moved lower, stirring parts of Sarah that she’d thought she’d burnt away forever. She didn’t remember to push the machine away until she felt something smooth and perfect enter her. A tongue, touching first shallow then deep, tapping her clit just when she needed it, letting her breathe and then not.
“No.”
It felt good.
“No!”
It felt perfect.
Her climax whited out the world, left her seeing skulls and red eyes, futures and Kyle’s face.
Cameron was studying her when her eyes opened. Her expression was so open, so loving, that Sarah could’ve sworn she was real.
“How did it feel?” Cameron asked.
But then, that was the point, wasn’t it?
“I told you to get out.” Sarah got up and headed for the shower, knowing Cameron was watching her. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be carried out.”
“Yes, Sarah.”
Today, above all the other things she hated machines for, Sarah hated the way they said her name.
Fandom: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: R
Word Count: 871
Timeline: Takes place after 2x05: Goodbye to All That
Characters/Pairings: Sarah/Cameron
Summary: There are a lot of things Sarah hates about Cameron.
Nightmare scenarios scrambled along the inside of Sarah’s skull like ants. Despite Derek telling her that everything was fine, that the Terminator had been neutralized, she’d still been miles away while her son was menaced. Because of machines, because of warmongers, because of a technological progression that she could never halt no matter how much she wanted to. There would always be bigger and better bombs, and they would always come after her boy.
Cameron was staring at her. It took a moment for Sarah to register it. She looked at Cameron, trying not to include her in the recitation of woes but breathing hard all the same.
“I detect tension,” Cameron stated.
No shit.
“Would you like to…”
“Take off your clothes.”
Cameron did so briskly, efficiently. Good. It would’ve disgusted Sarah if she stripped like she knew how sexy she was. And weapons were sexy, weren’t they? Those sleek black finishes, the phallic barrels, ammo being jammed in and ejected…
Cameron followed her wordlessly into the bedroom, waited while Sarah took her clothes off and buckled the strap-on. She offered no comment. She made a little gesture offering help when one of the belts snagged, but Sarah rebutted her with a look. Then she turned around and leaned against the wall, legs spread and arms evenly spaced. Her ass was toned, perfect, would never broaden with years, gain cellulite, scar.
Sarah found herself running a hand down Cameron’s side. The skin was smooth and flawless. No stretch marks. Cameron would never give birth either. That was slightly mollifying.
Cameron bent her head lower, thrust her ass back more.
“What’re you doing?”
“Would you like to penetrate me from the rear?” She said it in the same tone she would offer an orange, a manicure. It was all the same thing to her. “Sodomy implies a superiority of one sexual partner to another. It could be psychologically helpful to you.”
“Shut up.” Just for that, Sarah threw Cameron down on the bed and took her like Kyle had shown her, so long ago it seemed like Eden. It meant she had to look in Cameron’s eyes while she fucked her. The first time, the Terminator had just been a blank slate. Since then, she’d incorporated little porny mannerisms. Nostrils flaring, eyes widening… the worst was the small smile she got when Sarah came. Sarah has stopped using anything that could get both of them off after that. It wasn’t about masturbation, after all.
“Oh baby, oh God yes, oh you’re so big!” Cameron moaned. Sarah would have recoiled if Cameron didn’t have legs wrapped around her waist.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Appropriate dialogue can heighten the mood.”
“Shut up. Just shut up.”
Sarah fucked harder, until her own muscles burned and complained. That was good. Punishment for both of them, Cameron for being a Terminator and Sarah for being weak enough to need her. Cameron breathed hard as the clock radio showed they’d been at this for two hours, and Sarah was ashamed to realize how much it aroused her that Cameron was imitating her.
Finally, Sarah couldn’t be a machine anymore. Her arms had been pyramided on the bed to either side of Cameron, holding her up, keeping them apart as much as possible. She let herself fall on Cameron, feel the pert breasts, the warm skin, the parody of youth and beauty from something that couldn’t comprehend either. It was so good. Still pumping her hips, even as Cameron now rose to meet her thrusts, Sarah touched Cameron’s face. Felt out the emotions there, which made it okay to touch, not at all like the taut vat-grown skin that covered the rest of her. And she wondered if maybe Cameron wasn’t imitating anything.
With a growl, Sarah pulled out. Collapsed on the bed. Threw the dildo across the room.
“Now get out of my sight,” she panted.
Cameron rolled over. The picture of sex: hair wild, skin red, sweat pouring. “I do not detect that you have orgasmed. Sex without climax is considered unsatisfactory to a high number of those polled.”
“I said get out.”
Cameron kissed her shoulder and Sarah felt a lack of disgust that… “I have detailed file.”
Cameron moved lower, stirring parts of Sarah that she’d thought she’d burnt away forever. She didn’t remember to push the machine away until she felt something smooth and perfect enter her. A tongue, touching first shallow then deep, tapping her clit just when she needed it, letting her breathe and then not.
“No.”
It felt good.
“No!”
It felt perfect.
Her climax whited out the world, left her seeing skulls and red eyes, futures and Kyle’s face.
Cameron was studying her when her eyes opened. Her expression was so open, so loving, that Sarah could’ve sworn she was real.
“How did it feel?” Cameron asked.
But then, that was the point, wasn’t it?
“I told you to get out.” Sarah got up and headed for the shower, knowing Cameron was watching her. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be carried out.”
“Yes, Sarah.”
Today, above all the other things she hated machines for, Sarah hated the way they said her name.
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Date: 2008-10-26 12:02 am (UTC)Break me off a switch son, it's time for a whoopin.
I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't? Because it's wrong.
Can't wait for Dollhouse. ;)
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